It goes love, hate, pleasure and painFo´ albums in the can and I´m STILL in the game (what up?)And last album, they don´t like me to tell thisDebuted at #1 and sold more records than Elvis (shut up!)That´s what they tellin me, switch up your melodyThrough with misdemeanors, they tryin to give rappers feloniesSo they can lock us up one at a timeBut true writers stay FREE in e´ry one of our linesAnd if you not feelin I´m the cream of the cropI´ll KNOCK rappers off your list ´til I get to the top!Still you lookin at a man that´s financially stableOnly nigga gettin checks cut from four different labelsThat Pillsbury dough, women poke my gutsStill I walk around the streets like I´m broke as FUCKSo if you see me in your town and I appear to be moodyIt´s cause I´m thinkin ´bout plans that´s bigger than Serena bootyMe and Shaka still starvin and lookin for mealsAnd HEADS UP! Ludacris is almost out of his dealI´m over ten million sold, every album is CRACKAnd for now I´m bout to carry Def Jam on my BACKMad rappers I hear you talkin way down at the bottomThough I make big money, still handle small problemsThe ramblin at the mouth, I don´t PLAY THAT SHITI´m the best and I ain´t really got SAY THAT SHIT!